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Joaquin leaned forward, kissing the side of my neck. “What are you thinking?”
“If he’d rather I go for his mouth or nipples. Don’t want him to enjoy thistoomuch.”
Alijah squirmed, clutching at the hem of my robe. His black eyes were bottomless pools of desire.
“Or should I reward him for his patience?” Resting my hands on his pecs, I stroked his nipples with my thumbs, earning a pleased hiss. “Have you been a good boy?”
“Y-yes, yes,” he mumbled. “Even when your scent—smelled so… When it made me—when I heard you—”
I stopped Alijah’s fevered ramblings with my mouth. His kisses were eager and a bit sloppy. Not that I faulted him. He’d been bamboozled.
We both had.
They hadn’t wound up having covert sex in my bed by accident. Nor had the bedside lamp turned on by itself, or the bathroom door opened of its own volition.
No, Joaquin had been angling for a threesome from the start.
Maybe from the first day we met. And given the way his bearded jaw was still nuzzling against my neck, slipping the occasional amused huff into my hair, his machinations had unfolded exactly as he’d intended.
Joaquin reached around, taking one of my arms, guiding it beneath Alijah’s thigh, transferring its weight so Joaquin had a hand free to make mischief, starting with dipping inside the collar of my robe to fondle a breast.
“I want to watch him fuck you.” Joaquin tweaked my nipple. “Just like this—while I fuck him.” His teeth nipped at my earlobe. “Then I’m going to knot you, Morgan.”
“Green light, green light,” Alijah mumbled between kisses as his hand joined his mate’s in teasing my breasts.
Looking over my shoulder, I met Joaquin’s gaze—and gave him a salacious wink of my own. “You heard the man.”
Those wily, lightly calloused fingers reached between my legs from behind. They circled my clit before dipping into my pussy for a few languid strokes, ensuring I was ready for penetration. I was dripping by my standards.
Once he was satisfied, Joaquin guided Alijah’s cock inside of me.
Long and a little on the narrow side. Such easy pleasure, effortlessly hitting the right spots.
I couldn’t help but imagine borrowing him for rainy days. He could watch his shows on my tablet, while I sat on his cock, working through Owen’s influx of research papers.
The domestic daydream prompted my inner walls to tighten around Alijah. He bellowed, kicking up inside me with uneven thrusts, overwhelmed by the influx of sensations.
“Slow,” I said, caressing his cheek. “Take it slow. We’ve got nothing but time.”
And then I flicked his nipple, setting him off again.
Alijah took hold of my robe, pulling me back down, tongue demanding entrance to my mouth, kissing me with an unexpected amount of focus.
He did his best to dominate the kiss, despite Joaquin’s repeated attempts to fuck him to the point of distraction.
Deep, powerful thrusts echoed through Alijah, setting the tempo for all of us, although Alijah was always a beat off—too fast, then too slow, hitting too hard, stalling out for half a dozen gyrations, then bucking up into me. But his kiss never wavered.
As if afraid he’d never get another chance.
I couldn’t think like that. Not now.
My tongue gradually took control of the kiss, seeking out his sweet citrus pheromones. Less potent than the alphas, but so much more refreshing. Almost invigorating. Drowning out my logical mind with his zesty flavor.
Hips working in tandem, hands constantly teasing and petting, showering him with endless praise, and the occasional filthy endearment from Joaquin, we spurred Alijah higher and higher.
“No,” Alijah whined, “not yet—not so fast… I don’t want to… Morgan needs to first—”
Despite his protests, his climax was inevitable.
